It's two in the morning, and we're still here at Cuayo's. Fourteen hours away from our deadline and all acting weird like anything. Sleep is very much a luxury and if we all had our way, I know we'd all drop everything , including lappies in the Char Arias Mode, to hit the sack. I wish this were just a reflection paper I could cram and then leave. But NO. This. is the Feasifrickinbility Study. Wuh. Maybe if I close my eyes it'll all go away. But I open my eyes again and the Word file is still waiting for me.
One last stretch before our hibernation....
Sleep well, sleep well. Sleep tomorrow you shall be comodified. I shall have too much of you til you come out of my ears. My eyes are NOT going to give up on me til 5pm later. Fourteen frickin hours.
Okay, enough stalling. Back to Writing.
P.S. I shall be forever grateful to Rachelle Lim for doing our diagrams and working on my (badass) Gantt Chart! :) Thankyouuuu!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Dumdeedumdeedum-ing to March
We're three days away from the Feasib deadline. Hohum. Nobody seems to be flustered, though. It's as if we're just waiting for Thursday to get over and done with. And no, I don't take it against anyone from Merry Feasib (and yeah, that's really how the collective's called :P), cos I pretty much feel the same. I guess everyone really lost "it" (um, magic? or excitement? I can't put a word to it, so for blogging purposes, "it" shall suffice) when we got news of the three-week extension.
And NO defense -- I still can't make up my mind about how I should feel about that. On the one hand, it takes this big cloud over your head. No more clammy hands and the dugdug of heavy heartbeats from worrying about stuttering mid-report. It's kind of a sigh of relief. Kind of. On the other hand, I feel like the defense is kind of a rite of passage before you really can call yourself a graduate, especially from BA. Some part of me feels like we're missing out on something there. Oh well, I might be getting overly emotional. Hayhay.
The thing that makes our feasib more stressful, is the fact that we can't quite pin it down whether we got it easier or we were only led to believe that. The instructions on the technical study (or the supposed absence of it, since were were getting Eng'g Feasibs) was really unclear. Pwede meron, pwede wala. Which kind of clouds the entire rationale for the feasib originally being given only two months working time. Okay, enough issues for the day :P
But in all fairness to Merry Feasib ( am kinda getting the hang of calling it that, it still feels awkward in the tongue though. Haha), the group dynamics more than made up for the shitty things we endured in class. I was about to say some shitty emotional speech, but I guess that'll have to wait until after we turn in THE feasib. No getting ahead of ourselves. So yeah, expect a really emotional post after Thursday :P Heehee.
Here's to three full days of REAL cramming. Let's go, Wego! (Haha, just had to write that :P)
And NO defense -- I still can't make up my mind about how I should feel about that. On the one hand, it takes this big cloud over your head. No more clammy hands and the dugdug of heavy heartbeats from worrying about stuttering mid-report. It's kind of a sigh of relief. Kind of. On the other hand, I feel like the defense is kind of a rite of passage before you really can call yourself a graduate, especially from BA. Some part of me feels like we're missing out on something there. Oh well, I might be getting overly emotional. Hayhay.
The thing that makes our feasib more stressful, is the fact that we can't quite pin it down whether we got it easier or we were only led to believe that. The instructions on the technical study (or the supposed absence of it, since were were getting Eng'g Feasibs) was really unclear. Pwede meron, pwede wala. Which kind of clouds the entire rationale for the feasib originally being given only two months working time. Okay, enough issues for the day :P
But in all fairness to Merry Feasib ( am kinda getting the hang of calling it that, it still feels awkward in the tongue though. Haha), the group dynamics more than made up for the shitty things we endured in class. I was about to say some shitty emotional speech, but I guess that'll have to wait until after we turn in THE feasib. No getting ahead of ourselves. So yeah, expect a really emotional post after Thursday :P Heehee.
Here's to three full days of REAL cramming. Let's go, Wego! (Haha, just had to write that :P)
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Life so far
It's a Saturday morning and we were greeted Hello and Goodmorning by some news. Bad News. Some shithead tried to break into the shop. Goodmorning. And I wasn't even over last night's drama and then there's new piece of news to digest. My life's getting waaaay too grown up. Gah, not ready.
It broke my heart to see Dad forcing the orange door open because the *bleep*'s (hint hint: body cavity) broke the locks. We had a total of four locks, two for the iron gate, one for the door knob, and another for the dead bolt. The *bleep*'s cut the two locks for the gate, and from this we can tell they were prepared for the "attack". And then they hammered the door knob. But they had another lock to contend with, the dead bolt, which basically saved our asses from a shop swept clean from theft. The bad boys tried to force the door open with something like a heavy metal rod, which cracked the thin door and the door jamb. Thankfully, the shitheads didn't get a chance to break the door open, cos they probably got too frustrated cos the dead bolt was a really tough job. This meant the stubborn locks took them long enough for the next door neighbor to get up, get some lights open, and basically scare the doofuses away by his sheer presence (Thank you, Carlo).
We all woke up early, and then after quick bath rushed to the shop. We were greeted by the sad-looking door-knob which we can barely recognize. It took us a good thirty or maybe even forty minutes to get inside. It was just sad. I wanted to cry, but I knew it was the lame thing to do. Plus, it wouldn't be any help, so I shushed myself and tried to see humor in the batsh*it we found ourselves in. Hello Life, I think we're getting a little too much shit than we can take. Break please.
And because I was holding the tears in and trying to find humor in the thing, I fortunately found funny things. By the time my dad hit the fifth minute trying to force the door open, we have a troop of at least five men in the background trying to stick their noses in the situation. If that were me, I'd probably be pissed at all the people who act like they know the answer to my dilemma. But since we were in dire need, Dad let them. And then later I figured, it was more heartwarming than irritating. The men went out of their way to see if we were okay and then tried to help us. A few more minutes later and we had a party already. We had two housewives checking out the scene, three kids waiting for the shop to open, and then the five men who each had a say as to how to open the lock. It was amusing I didn't really notice it took us almost an hour.
One more funny thing. All the cars, tricycles, and people who passed by the shop took at least five seconds to ogle and try to find out what happened. That's just uncannily the Pinoy way. And then halfway through the thing, there was a white 60-ish guy with six-year old girl in tow, who passed by. They were pretty noticeable cos well, they're white and the guy's pretty huge. Funny thing is, even with the sea of people crowding our tiny shop, the white guy didn't even flinch to take a look. He just went on with his way, as if there wasn't an intriguing blob of people building up by the roadside. It was amusing, in a cultural way.
So yeah, I guess you really can find humor when you look for it.
It broke my heart to see Dad forcing the orange door open because the *bleep*'s (hint hint: body cavity) broke the locks. We had a total of four locks, two for the iron gate, one for the door knob, and another for the dead bolt. The *bleep*'s cut the two locks for the gate, and from this we can tell they were prepared for the "attack". And then they hammered the door knob. But they had another lock to contend with, the dead bolt, which basically saved our asses from a shop swept clean from theft. The bad boys tried to force the door open with something like a heavy metal rod, which cracked the thin door and the door jamb. Thankfully, the shitheads didn't get a chance to break the door open, cos they probably got too frustrated cos the dead bolt was a really tough job. This meant the stubborn locks took them long enough for the next door neighbor to get up, get some lights open, and basically scare the doofuses away by his sheer presence (Thank you, Carlo).
We all woke up early, and then after quick bath rushed to the shop. We were greeted by the sad-looking door-knob which we can barely recognize. It took us a good thirty or maybe even forty minutes to get inside. It was just sad. I wanted to cry, but I knew it was the lame thing to do. Plus, it wouldn't be any help, so I shushed myself and tried to see humor in the batsh*it we found ourselves in. Hello Life, I think we're getting a little too much shit than we can take. Break please.
And because I was holding the tears in and trying to find humor in the thing, I fortunately found funny things. By the time my dad hit the fifth minute trying to force the door open, we have a troop of at least five men in the background trying to stick their noses in the situation. If that were me, I'd probably be pissed at all the people who act like they know the answer to my dilemma. But since we were in dire need, Dad let them. And then later I figured, it was more heartwarming than irritating. The men went out of their way to see if we were okay and then tried to help us. A few more minutes later and we had a party already. We had two housewives checking out the scene, three kids waiting for the shop to open, and then the five men who each had a say as to how to open the lock. It was amusing I didn't really notice it took us almost an hour.
One more funny thing. All the cars, tricycles, and people who passed by the shop took at least five seconds to ogle and try to find out what happened. That's just uncannily the Pinoy way. And then halfway through the thing, there was a white 60-ish guy with six-year old girl in tow, who passed by. They were pretty noticeable cos well, they're white and the guy's pretty huge. Funny thing is, even with the sea of people crowding our tiny shop, the white guy didn't even flinch to take a look. He just went on with his way, as if there wasn't an intriguing blob of people building up by the roadside. It was amusing, in a cultural way.
So yeah, I guess you really can find humor when you look for it.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
The Babble Battalion
Yesterday I said, today's the day I'll make a conscious effort to try to lose weight. But NO. Today, I ate my famed DQ sandwich because um, I got a headache and I can't not eat my sandwich :P And then later in the day, before we went home, Mum was kind (err, or maybe unkind?) enough to feed me McNuggets, McFries, McSarsi, and well, McFat, McSaturated Fat. So much for today's successes. And let's not even get to dinner. It was fried chicken bottoms. Gah, it was soo good, it gave me a headache. Haha. McCholesterol, hallo. And yeah, I don't mean the good one.
Am feeling blah. And it has very little to do with the unsuccessful first day of The Great Attempt To Lose Weight. It has to do with um, estrogen levels shooting through the roof? I don't even know. And am pretty positive it's not that. Gah, am spiraling out. Boo.
Am feeling blah. And it has very little to do with the unsuccessful first day of The Great Attempt To Lose Weight. It has to do with um, estrogen levels shooting through the roof? I don't even know. And am pretty positive it's not that. Gah, am spiraling out. Boo.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Oh, the guilt
Hullo 2008. This is gonna be a happier post than the last one :P
The (badass) holidays are getting in the (freaking) way of our feasib. *oh, happy post, happy post, heehee* You know how when you're supposed to be working on something, something as important as the feasib (aka the BA version of a thesis), and you're not, you have this odd guilt welling up inside you? Oh well, this is what the holidays has been about for me. Gah, sucks. You get around not doing what your supposed to be doing -- but the guilt KILLS. Seriously kills. Haha.
It's the holidays for, crying out loud. Party-ing, going out, bumming and doing shxtty unproductive things should be guilt-free. But nooooooo. With every non-feasib thing I do, i have this nagging little voice in my head that tells me, "Heyo lazyass betch, work, work, work!" Hayayayay.
Okay, so this is a rant entry. Whatever. Screw happy thoughts, may temporary shortage. IT's all about the guilt and trying to get over it -- in vaaaaaain. Haha. But you know me, guilt or no-guilt, i find ways. Ways to um, try to ignore the guilt. (Huh? Labo nun, ah. Ohwell.) So here's why the guilt's all worth it. Heehee.
He's gonna mary meee :P Haha, joke lang. My favorite-est drummer :) Gah, i never get his angle right. And I look trashy. Boo.
Wala lang. I don't like him a lot, but since I always look prettier in fotos with him, i'll put this up narin :P And well okay, he's cute. Heehee.
And because it's all about boys -- my favorite-est boy :) All together now, awww :) *random kid, heehee :P*
Okay, with that over and done with, I shall deal with the guilt and that betch of a nagging voice inside my head, I shall write NOW :) Bye.
P.S. Oh, last last, I just figured now that I want a Starbucks planner pala. Boo. So, with 17 stickers to go *scramble, scramble* I shal drink all the caffeine my system can take (erm, mabye even more). That's the lastlast, for real -- Okay, off to writing :)
The (badass) holidays are getting in the (freaking) way of our feasib. *oh, happy post, happy post, heehee* You know how when you're supposed to be working on something, something as important as the feasib (aka the BA version of a thesis), and you're not, you have this odd guilt welling up inside you? Oh well, this is what the holidays has been about for me. Gah, sucks. You get around not doing what your supposed to be doing -- but the guilt KILLS. Seriously kills. Haha.
It's the holidays for, crying out loud. Party-ing, going out, bumming and doing shxtty unproductive things should be guilt-free. But nooooooo. With every non-feasib thing I do, i have this nagging little voice in my head that tells me, "Heyo lazyass betch, work, work, work!" Hayayayay.
Okay, so this is a rant entry. Whatever. Screw happy thoughts, may temporary shortage. IT's all about the guilt and trying to get over it -- in vaaaaaain. Haha. But you know me, guilt or no-guilt, i find ways. Ways to um, try to ignore the guilt. (Huh? Labo nun, ah. Ohwell.) So here's why the guilt's all worth it. Heehee.
He's gonna mary meee :P Haha, joke lang. My favorite-est drummer :) Gah, i never get his angle right. And I look trashy. Boo.
Wala lang. I don't like him a lot, but since I always look prettier in fotos with him, i'll put this up narin :P And well okay, he's cute. Heehee.
And because it's all about boys -- my favorite-est boy :) All together now, awww :) *random kid, heehee :P*
Okay, with that over and done with, I shall deal with the guilt and that betch of a nagging voice inside my head, I shall write NOW :) Bye.
P.S. Oh, last last, I just figured now that I want a Starbucks planner pala. Boo. So, with 17 stickers to go *scramble, scramble* I shal drink all the caffeine my system can take (erm, mabye even more). That's the lastlast, for real -- Okay, off to writing :)
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